Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 56

Cordelia eyed Everard with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

His eyes betrayed no hint of fear, but his face was a shade paler than usual, perhaps from fright.

Whether he was faking it or genuinely scared, she couldn’t deny her boyfriend’s “reasonable request“. But she did have one card up her sleeve.

With a languid voice, she offered, “I’ll just grab your breakfast then.”

That would keep Cordelia at a safer distance from Everard.

As Cordelia turned to leave, Everard rose to his feet and followed closely behind her, his voice steady, “With you here, I’m not scared at all.”

Calvert, who had been sitting silently at the table like a church mouse, was speechless. Back in the day, when their group huddled together, they used to wonder if there was anything Everard couldn’t do. They concluded that Everard might only be helpless at dating.

Now it seemed like the big man could handle even that with flair.

In his first love, Everard was already pulling off moves so suave that surprised Calvert. He resolved to demand a “mental health allowance” when he got back for being force–fed this daily dose of romantic display. This was just inhumane

They continued their breakfast in silence.

Cordelia’s phone buzzed.

She glanced at it and saw a text from Actorman, ‘Lia, I got the bag! Thanks a bunch! How much do I owe you? Send over your bank details and I’ll transfer the cash”

She had shipped off the bag to Bland after acquiring it last week, but it was only now, seeing his message, that she remembered she hadn’t settled up with Everard

“How much for the bag?” she inquired.

Everard swallowed his mouthful of pancakes and replied, “200

Cordelia texted back the details.

LearnLover replied, “Two hundred. Bank account is XXX.

Actorman continued, “Got it, Lia. The money’s on its way”

Cordelia didn’t give it another thought and went back to her meal.

out her wallet and laid three hundred–dollar bills on the table,

at a loss

swallowed the fact that this bag was actually

chat “Who exactly is this girl?“, a heated

clue where she gets this bag without markup. She sold it to me at the

for

caring about this chump change. I sent her my

‘Designer bags are accessible with

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the case

loval pursuers of

tagged Frankie, asking. “How’s this girl

she can’t do it. But probably she doesn’t even realize the’s cracked Batra’s Conjecture. I’ve lost hope, not everyone who joins us is a jack of all trades

young girl. Don’t set your standards too high

lunch, Cordelia headed

rear door Yates, sporting a shock of red hair,

exuded an untamed aura that kept his peers at a safe distance, with no one daring to come.

him only when they were

Yates

with fiery eyes that nearly buckled the

on when someone tapped his shoulder, pushing him to the brink of rage.

lash out but turned to see a pair of clear and seemingly misty eyes staring back at him

just looking at

froze, then reluctantly muttered, “Boss

indifferently replied Yates‘

the school, glancing back only to notice how her backpack sagged under its weight, likely heavy,

next move, he overheard her curious voice, “What were you looking at just now?”

instinctively locked his phone and pocketed it,

he prepared for further questions that might require deflection.

acknowledged and didn’t pursue the

a

third floor, with Yates quickly ascending to the top floor

was known for the worst academic performance in the school, and four members

his arrival, Flame No. 1 rushed over, “Bro